Bridget Castle was sitting in the living room, reading a book while her mother watched the news. Suddenly, a red bar appeared at the top. It read that there were severe thunderstorm and tornado warnings for her county and a list of others.
She let out a big sigh and said, "More warnings? What's up with all this wacky weather?" Bridget began twirling her pale blonde hair in her fingers, beginning to get nervous.
"I don't know Bridget. We've had about eight of those warnings this week." Her mother responded.
Bridget nodded in agreement, and then said, "It's just so weird. First the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. Then the tornadoes in Tuscaloosa and Joplin. Now all these warnings in Jersey? It's just so, so-"
"Strange." Her mother finished. Just as Mrs. Castle said that, rain the size of quarters fell from the sky, and lightning flashed as thunder shook the house. Bridget turned pale, paler than her usual skin color, which was almost impossible.
Bridget's mother turned the volume up on the T.V, while Bridget tried to concentrate on her book. Finally, she gave up and hid under the blanket on the couch.
She knew her mother was staring at her, but she said nothing. Mrs. Castle knew that Bridget is deathly afraid of storms, so she let her be.
Then, lightning lit up the house and thunder made the ground rumble. Bridget shook under the blanket, thinking about how much it reminds her of a bomb. Suddenly, the rain stopped, and the thunder was as quiet as a whisper.
Bridget got out from under the blankets ten minutes later, just in case the storm changed its mind. Suddenly, she was very, very, very angry. She was sick and tired of having to hide under the blanket every night, like a, like a baby.
Her mother saw that Bridget was scowling, and shot her a puzzled glance. Bridget simply ignored Mrs. Castle, not in the mood to explain why she was so mad.
Actually, mad was an understatement. Fuming would be better to describe her emotion. Then the storm actually did change its mind. The rain started again and Bridget flinched as more lightning danced across the sky.
Then just as quickly the rain came, it left. Strange. Very strange. Now she was past fuming. There wasn't even a word to describe her emotions. She hated storms, and just wished the weather was more predictable.
She must've been making a strange face, because her mother looked at her and said, "Don't do that, it ruins your pretty face. You look like you ate a lemon." Bridget laughed at the description, momentarily forgetting about her anger.
But she soon remembered and made her lemon face. She decided to make a plan, to find out why all this weather's all whacked up.
But first she had to go to bed. It was one in the morning. Anyways, she'd have a lot of time to plan in bed.
